Descriptions of the players:
Me:
Currently 30, 5’ 9” 155lbs athletic build with pretty broad shoulders, wavy hair just past jaw length, light blue eyes, 7.5” of business. We’ll call me Tom.
Her:
Currently 32, 5’ 5” 120ish, tight and toned body with a nice little ass and perfect large C or small D cups, blonde pixie cut. We’ll call her Megan.
First off, I’m married. This story isn’t about my wife though. It’s about one of the first girls I fooled around with after my wife and I decided an open relationship sounded like fun.
Backstory:
My wife (let’s call her Anne) and I had been kinky and very sexually adventurous pretty much from the beginning of our relationship. By the time we were engaged we were on tinder looking for a 3rd or another couple to join us. It wasn’t until after we were married, however, that this story takes place. I was 26 at the time and my wife was 30.
Story:
So there I am, casually flipping through tinder one day when who do I stumble across but my wife’s coworker, a tall, very muscular bearded man (we’ll call him Luke), with a tiny spitfire of a wife named Megan (see where this is going?). After a moment of indecision I decide what the hell and I swipe right. Sure as shit, we match. We then proceed to discuss the logistics of when and where and how to best fuck each other’s wifes senseless. None of those plans were to pan out exactly how we’d hoped, but the door had been opened and plenty of fun, flirty interactions ensued.
Fast forward to the night in question. Anne and I decided to go out for a nice dinner and then grab drinks at a different fancy restaurant nearby that is known for their cocktails. The cocktail place also happened to be where my Luke moonlighted as a bartender and where Megan was a server. By the time we got to the fancy cocktail place I already had a good buzz going. As luck would have it, both the coworker and his wife were working that night. “Lucky us!” I thought as we sat down at the bar, “Some fun flirting for everyone along with a nightcap.” Little did I know…
Luke immediately came over and started chatting us up and asking about our night. He’s a bit of a shit-talker about other bars and restaurants and right away scolded us for not coming to his restaurant for dinner as well as drinks. He does make a hell of a cocktail though, so while my wife batted her eyes at him and we all bantered, I sipped my heady tequila drink and watched Megan move about the restaurant. She looked absolutely delicious that night in a black dress that hit midway down her thigh and flared out in a flirty poof. Her toned legs looked sexy as hell in black nylons and she wore kitten heels, because she was the type of girl that need to look good head-to-toe even when she was on her feet all day. Her makeup was on point with dark eyeliner, maskara, and deep red lipstick that made you want to do horrible things to her mouth, especially when she quirked that sassy little smile and turned on the charm as she took care of her customers.
Now, something important to note about Megan is that up until she met Luke she had been a domme and was just recently beginning to explore her submissive side. I, on the other hand, have always been the dominant type. This combo meant that I had been cautious up till now in my interactions with Megan.
As the night wore down and Megan’s tables closed out one by one, I finished my second cocktail and excused myself to use the restroom. The restrooms in this restaurant were located far in the back tucked in a side hallway. To get there you had to walk past the kitchens and turn left. In the side hallway you’d find a smaller single occupancy restroom to your left, a larger single occupancy restroom straight ahead, and a long mirror all down the right wall. When I emerged from the restroom I found Megan leaning close to the mirror and reapplying her lipstick.
“Well hello!” I said as soon as I saw her, “All your tables leave already?”
“Yeah, I lucked out tonight. No campers and they all tipped really well. You having a good night?” She asked.
“I’m having a blast.” I replied with a big smile. There was a long moment as my eyes lingered on hers before they were drawn down to her lips. She quirked that smile of hers and raised an eyebrow as if to say “Oh yeah? You like what you see?”
That look was all it. I reached up and slipped a hand behind her neck and pulled her into me. Her hands came up to rest against my chest as she tilted her lips up to meet mine and we kissed for and inappropriately long time.
“Finally….” she said breathlessly when we pulled apart. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to do that.” It was my turn to raise and eyebrow this time, but she continued. “Go have another drink. I still have to run my checkout. I’ll meet you up there.”
When I got back up to the bar Anne and Luke looked at me and immediately knew something had happened by my big, stupid smile. After a few minutes Megan joined us and we all made flirty small talk while finishing our drinks and started on another. By the time that round was finished I was good and drunk, Anne wasn’t far behind, and Luke and Megan were quickly catching up. As will happen at that point in the evening, I again needed to relieve myself and so I excused myself and made another trip back to the restrooms.
QUICK WARNING BEFORE THE GOOD BITS:
The following is kinda rough and a tiny bit rape-y. I knew that this was what Megan was into from my conversations with Luke, but I still was checking in with her throughout this to make sure she was still in the scene and wanting to continue, but I’m going to leave that out of the rest of it for the hotness factor. Now that that’s out of the way…
When I opened the door to exit the restroom Megan was again standing in front of the mirror. I barely had time to register that however, before she pushed me back into the restroom and leaned in to kiss me hungrily. Once my brain caught up with my body I put my hands on her hips and slammed her into the door that had closed behind us. Reaching up, I flicked the lock on the door before continuing upward to bury my fingers in her short hair and then yank it back so her chin was tilted to the ceiling. I kissed my way across her neck and up behind her ears while my free hand groped and squeezed at her plump ass. Her breaths quickly turned to gasps and then moans as I manhandled her and held her in place. When I’d had my fill of her neck I let go of her hair and began to make out passionately again while finally turning my attention to her gorgeous tits. They felt absolutely fantastic beneath the soft fabric of her dress, but I needed more. Pushing her hands off of me, I grabbed the shoulders of her dress and jerked them down, along with her bra straps, freeing her perfect, full breasts. We continued making out while I pinched and twisted her perky little nipples and she fumbled, trying to rub my crotch. Grabbing hard onto one of her tits, I broke off our kiss and brought my other hand up to wrap my fingers firmly around her throat.
I held her there for awhile, enjoying the sight of her large breasts heaving while she struggled to breath. Then, continuing to choke her, I grabbed her dress, tugged it down to her waist so her arms were free, and then spun her to the left, and forced her to her knees in front of the floor-length mirror. Letting go of her throat I grabbed a fistful of hair with in one hand while the other undid my belt and pants and let my cock spring free.
I’ll never forget just how beautiful of a sight it was to have this sexy, tight little slut on her knees in the bathroom at her work with her lipstick smudged and her hands pushing against me futilely.
She may have been struggling, but by the time her knees hit the floor her mouth was open and she was ready for what was coming. Without slowing down, I pushed my cock forward into her mouth, past her tongue, and all the way into her throat. It was the first time someone had ever been able to deepthroat me. I held her there and relished the feeling while her arms flailed, looking for something to push off of or hold onto. Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her throat and out of her mouth to let it rest on her lips as she caught her breath. I waited for only the briefest of moments before I slid back into her mouth and began to rhythmically fuck her throat.
She squirmed and moaned and shuddered as I abused her mouth, but she never gagged. I fucked her pretty little mouth for at least ten minutes before I decided that I’d had too much alcohol and most likely wasn’t going to be able to cum down her throat (it’s always been difficult for me to cum from oral). So, still holding onto a fistful of her hair, I pulled her to her feet, bent her over at the waist, and pressed her face into the closed door. It was extra hot knowing that just on the other side of that door was the restaurant that probably still had her coworkers and husband in it.
I held her there and yanked down her nylons and panties to find her pussy absolutely dripping. Bunching her dress up around her waist, I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her glistening pussy lips and tight little asshole poking out from between her tight, round little cheeks. When I’d gotten my fill of her eye candy I raised a hand and spanked the holy hell out of her ass cheeks, one at a time, over and over. Honestly, this was the part of the whole night where I most thought we were going to get busted. There’s no way the kitchen didn’t hear the crack of my hand across her ass from down the hall. But thankfully no one interrupted us. They must’ve known what a dirty girl she was…
Once her cheeks were good and red I returned my attention to her pussy. Roughly, I slid a finger up and down over her slit and across her swollen little clit, making her moan and buck her hips back into my hand. Every few passes I’d use my thumb to pull some of her slickness up to her asshole and then rub tight little circles around it with my thumb while my middle finger flitted across her clit. Finally, when I felt like I’d tortured her enough, I pressed my two middle fingers into her tight, sopping wet cunt and then pressed downward into her g-spot.
Leaning forward, I whisper hoarsely into her ear “You are going to cum for me NOW.” And then I began to work her tight little cunt. I pressed down with my fingers and rubbed her g-spot until I felt her beginning to tense up and approach her orgasm. Then, when I felt her get right to the brink, I began to fuck her furiously, making the “come-hither” motion with my fingers while growling into her ear, “CUM. CUM FOR ME. THAT’S RIGHT, CUM.”
With a sigh she collapsed onto my hand, her whole body sagging as her orgasm sapped her of her strength. Using my grip on her hair, I pulled her upright and spun her gently around and into me and then wrapped both arms around her and held her for a minute. When we finished adjusting ourselves and trying to look anything but freshly-fucked, we made our way back out into a completely empty restaurant except for the dishwasher doing his final loads. We found our spouses standing outside the restaurant in a light drizzle, looking less than thrilled that we’d been gone so long. An attempt to get everyone back to our house to finish the night off proper was eventually shot down and we all traded hugs and made our ways home separately where I proceeded to fuck Anne’s brains out for being such a lovely, patient wife. I found out later that Luke and Megan had the same idea when they got home as well….
That was the first of only two encounters I had with Megan, the second being less exciting. Megan and Luke had a baby a year or so after this story took place and Megan hasn’t felt up to getting weird quite yet. Luke and Anne still get together occasionally and they have some rather good times I’ve been told.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chp7un/restaurant_fun_mf_mfmf_sorta_public_rough